Somewhat comforted, though not satisfied, I went in to wake up the
others, to whom I said nothing of this matter since it seemed foolish
to alarm them for no good purpose. A few minutes later the tall,
silent women arrived with our hot water. It seemed curious to have hot
water brought to us in such a place by these very queer kind of
housemaids, but so it was. The Pongo, I may add, were, like the Zulus,
very clean in their persons, though whether they all used hot water, I
cannot say. At any rate, it was provided for us.
Half an hour later they returned with breakfast, consisting chiefly of
a roasted kid, of which, as it was whole, and therefore unmistakable,
we partook thankfully. A little later the Majestic Komba appeared.
After many compliments and inquiries as to our general health, he
asked whether we were ready to start on our visit to the Motombo who,
he added, was expecting us with much eagerness. I inquired how he knew
that, since we had only arranged to call on him late on the previous
night, and I understood that he lived a day's journey away.
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